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The Musing Quill

A Blog on Writing, Poetry, Stories and Books.

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A Pinch of Poetry

Freedom

A little birdie golden and free enjoyed soaring into the skies and trees ♥ then one day a fowler laid a trap and the poor bird fell prey to his tricks ♥ he tied her down robbed her, abused her,... Continue Reading →

Who am I?

the peasant’s daughter  tills the land  so her father  can rest a bit longer the shoemaker’s girl scissors the fine leather as she steals glances at the butcher’s brother the grocer’s wife cuts her finger as she worries  about her... Continue Reading →

Randaze

Luck hid in the dark beyond bliss Refused to show up when I chased it ♥ Love followed a different melody Each time I played it ♥ Trust took shelter in the street Of which I’d long gotten rid ♥... Continue Reading →

Perfect Bliss

On a windy night In the middle of summer The light showers Soaked me skin down ♥ Walking down the street With all but myself The darkness invited me Welcomed me as its own ♥ Uncertainty followed me Fear shadowed... Continue Reading →

Forgotten

Everything around feels indifferent suspended in limbo forlorn and forgotten losing life breath by breath ♥ old books on the table dried flowers on the mantel cold ash in the fireplace rotting sausages on the plate unmowed uncared lawn creepers... Continue Reading →

So You Want To Be A Writer?

If it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. If you have to sit... Continue Reading →

An Unexpected Show

on the lazy Sunday morning when the city had just woken up from a deep sweaty slumber suddenly lightning cast a flash and the clouds dark and energetic gathered at once ready to enact the howling wind got in action as... Continue Reading →

The Book Lover

She read books. Devoured the words. Let sentences consume her. Drowned in the writer's thoughts, she experienced a liberation she long sought. ♥ She read books. Wallowed in their magic. Allowed the stories to fill the gaping holes. And heal... Continue Reading →

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